(Wynn Varble/Leslie Satcher)
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I've seen mornings when a thousand bales of hay
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Looked like a mountain to a boy my age
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And I've seen my daddy in that hot southern sun
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Move those mountains one by one
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And I've seen that same man come home from the mill
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Pull forty hours for a hundred-dollar bill
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I've watched him struggle and I've watched him age
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Raising a family on a working man's wage
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I grew up on a working man's wage
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Blood, sweat and tears on every dollar he made
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For the little he earned there was so much he gave
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And I hope I am worthy of a working man's wage
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I pick this guitar six nights a week
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Daddy can't believe they're paying me
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It would be so easy to let it go to my head
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But there's just one thing that I can't forget
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I grew up on a working man's wage
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Blood, sweat and tears on every dollar he made
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For the little he earned there was so much he gave
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And I hope I am worthy, I hope I am worthy
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Of a working man's wage
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I've seen mornings when a thousand bales of hay
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Looked like a mountain to a boy my age
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Working Man's Wage
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| Trace Adkins |
